texts that change the conscious parameters of literature, both for readers and writers. from a different angle than these, r.p. blackmur adds: 'poetry: [is] ...language so twisted and posed in a form that...it adds to the stock of available reality.' now that blogger has included the ability to reproduce fonts more accurately, alpha-numeric visual-poetry will be welcomed for consideration. formerly edited by peter ganick. send texts to Volodymyr Bilyk at ex.ex.lit@gmail.com for consideration...

Observed spacetime cache daemon grooves; concluded last synaptic
pattern flap actions; perceived processed state machine latency;
whiplash dash past the last sanity cavity. Step though a dream sequencer
duality, galaxy wide fallacy. time. bucket. energy up chucks it in
levels of love trust and fantastic real shit. Old busted up programed
doubt paradox riddles pragmatic drought scribbles, while literally
throwing parties in the ruins of a lost tribe, faded state camp
warehouses of time criminal topology quantized foam memory samplers.
Require living human groups in maintainable clusters to hive any one
timeline synchronized in dimensional arrays, coded and compiled by our
actions and our energy, a quantized foam sunk in the earth vibe solar
system wide, executes an extraction algorithm hunted qubit state
harvests hash and table in platters unbound to the vfact machine. We
feed the story back to the vfact crafters, thus all possible human
patterns are true, in certain required state machine nodes, at any given
point in any observed timeline, nodes could be remembering total fact.
That is required data in the script, requiring the state. Some nodes
jump states, resetting the whole damn timeline sequencer (sounds awful)
and spawning infinite versions therein. The vfact machine keeps these
time bound energy beings bound with a love of any given state of
themselves, which matches the quantum state ruleset for the required
time production period, mining this part of the field of flows can be
work, but its lucrative. Mined time hash can be spawned for energy or
matter machines. And they are sooo entertaining, I have like 67 episodes
of timehash to catch up on just to remember what day it is. Sometimes I
want my own vfact machine, but you know I like the freedom to forgo
recalling any given timeline.

Stubbornly
ecclesastical biologies pumping stardust through tunnels of love and loathing
lacing the wobble in perfect spheres. Contemplatively visceral alchemy brooding
potions of mystery made plain in surrender to the formula. A sequential route
to bypassing a plastic muck of living unattended on one’s own great fortune of
time, diced ever inward down to a moment from which to jump as the world sinks
into what it has long deserved. Into a milky froth surrendering to the
effervescence of nucleic epitomes surfing the pedestal safely ashore. Dooming
omissions in the grumbling to echo all the louder for the missing what it feels
like to be superfluously real.